If I could have anything from years past, from either parents, or grandparents, it would be my Mom's chili, or anything else she made (except for her tough as leather steaks) as she was an excellent cook, or my Dad's boiled dinner, or pan-fried steaks, oh, wait, his goulash was the best ever
, or my Grandpa's country-fried steak, or his waffles (they were all pretty good cooks. Of course pancakes from any one of them.
You should have seen me and Sprout on Thanksgiving day. It was time to take the bird's temperature. To my dismay, the coals had burned down until there was just a hint of fire left. Sprout came outside, into the snowy cold yard, to help me put in more charcoal and reignite the fire. We blew on the separate piles for a good twenty minutes to turn the tiny bit of hot charcoal into something that would cook a turkey. Sometimes, in our focused effort, we found ourselves blowing on the same side of the grill, each blowing smoke into the others face. We sure did smell like smoke by the time the coals were again hot. I expect that when we were finished, we looked like chimney sweeps from Mary Poppins.
It's all good though. And with the other challenges of the day, we still had a great time, a great meal, and a whole lot of fun.
Always remember, challenges are there to help you learn to solve problems. You are smarter after you solve them, and so are a better person because of them. If you refuse to be beaten, and insist on having a great time, no matter what, then you can overcome almost anything, and have that great time, especially when you have a Sprout in the house, and two mini-Sprouts.
Seeeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North